[That was a good response. So he does it again, subtly different each time to test what her body was most sensitive to. A little slower here, a little firmer, a low hum in his throat as he kisses her sex deeply.
His hands massage her inner thighs as they spread out for him, squeezing like he never wanted to let her go. If only his tongue were longer - a thought he never could've imagined having before.]
[ Her breaths shorten to little gasps, and her legs flex, toes curling against the wave of sensation. One of her hands clasps over his digging into her thigh, the other finding his upper back—half the nearest thing to being able to hold him from here, half an instinctive motion to press him closer. ]
[At her insistence, he presses deeper with his tongue, as far as he can go. But it's still not deep enough - he needs to get help from his fingers to really get in, stroking her inner walls to push her even further.
Griffin's other hand entwines with hers, squeezing hard to be with her as she nears the peak.]
[ Her fingers tighten against his hand as her voice rises in pitch and her back arches hard into the blankets beneath them as the insistent pressure of his tongue and the friction of his fingers push her over the edge into helpless abandon, words giving way to blissed-out panting.
If she could make words come out right at this moment, though, it'd be an endless repetition of I love you. ]
[Griffin gives her sex one last kiss before bending back up-- exhausted but feeling very much accomplished in his task. His fingers slide out, and massage the region as Shrike rides out her climax.
He climbs over to her to admire her face properly once more, and to kiss her as he murmurs, in all adoration,]
[ It takes her a second to compose herself, but she smiles easily, warmly, and loops her arms around his neck, looking up at him through her eyelashes. ]
[Griffin didn't think it was possible for him to melt into even more of a mushy puddle, but here he is - smiling so hard, it made his face hurt and his chest ache.]
No matter how many Hells there are... I can bear it all if you're there.
[Brushing hair out of her perfect, sweat soaked brow, he relaxes with a bashful laugh,]
[He settles down against her, in the crook of her body, nestled all warm and intimate. A hand wanders over to touch the bite she'd left on his neck, carefully, like a precious thing.]
It felt... like I belonged to you. Down to my soul.
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His hands massage her inner thighs as they spread out for him, squeezing like he never wanted to let her go. If only his tongue were longer - a thought he never could've imagined having before.]
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Griffin's other hand entwines with hers, squeezing hard to be with her as she nears the peak.]
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[ Her fingers tighten against his hand as her voice rises in pitch and her back arches hard into the blankets beneath them as the insistent pressure of his tongue and the friction of his fingers push her over the edge into helpless abandon, words giving way to blissed-out panting.
If she could make words come out right at this moment, though, it'd be an endless repetition of I love you. ]
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He climbs over to her to admire her face properly once more, and to kiss her as he murmurs, in all adoration,]
I love you.
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I love you, too. I'll love you forever.
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No matter how many Hells there are... I can bear it all if you're there.
[Brushing hair out of her perfect, sweat soaked brow, he relaxes with a bashful laugh,]
...my jaw is really sore, though.
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[ she tugs him closer, to hold him against her; now, in the afterglow, it’s time to fully soak in the cozy warmth of the room together. ]
...the little bit of biting, though, was that... good? For you?
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I guess I'll need more practice...
[He settles down against her, in the crook of her body, nestled all warm and intimate. A hand wanders over to touch the bite she'd left on his neck, carefully, like a precious thing.]
It felt... like I belonged to you. Down to my soul.
[Maybe too vague.] ...Yeah. It was good.
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It was good, though. Thank goodness. She nuzzles her face into his neck and against the warmth of his skin. ]
I thought it might—I mean, it seems like we like an amount of the same things, and—mm.
[ ...which she can't even bring herself to be embarrassed about right now, warm and comfortable and relaxed. ]
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Sheepish and similarly flushed, he ventures,]
I guess... we oughta take turns....... giving orders?
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I, ah... I mean. I'm pretty sure I'd enjoy that, so if you don't mind...
It was a little fun to be on the other side of it, though, and um—see you react like that. So, taking turns sounds... nice.
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Griffin smoothes her hair some more and ponders,]
I am a lot more aggressive after a potion........ if you're into that.
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Iiiiiiiiii certainly could be
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[%D;;]
That's... easy to arrange.
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I'll. I'll look forward to it
and if there's any other things I can do for you let me know
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[Smiling with irrepressible fondness, he nuzzles her head and plants a kiss to her temple]
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I mean, I'm sure I can't be everything, but you make me feel like, maybe... I could be enough?